Date: Wed, 25 May 2005 08:24:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Our Twin Cocks, Adult Friends, 1/1

Our Twin Cocks
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Walt's cock was a twin of mine, although Walt didn't
resemble me otherwise because he was shorter then my
six feet, slightly flabbier, and had thicker hair. He
appeared to be around my age, 50, or a year or two
younger. I hardly knew him because he worked in the
accounting department of my company, while I was in
engineering. However, I did see him close-up shortly
after I'd joined the health club down the road, not
knowing that he was a member.
We were in the shower room when I realized that there
were only the two of us in there, and that Walt was
staring at my crotch more intently than I had stared
at his. Our cocks appeared to be exact twins, although
we were very different in other ways. He had the same
bulging glans and funnel-shaped foreskin as adorned
mine, and the nipple his hood formed in front seemed
to be exactly like mine.
I turned off my shower head and padded out to the
locker section, and while I was drying myself he
walked over and opened the locker next to mine. Now we
had perfect views of each other's bodies, and I saw
the look of hot intensity in Walt's eyes. We weren't
alone, though, so Walt just nodded his head when I
returned his stare. He followed me out to the parking
lot, where he invited me to follow him to his house,
unheard by anyone else. He lived nearby, and soon we
were inside, where Walt led the way to his bedroom.
"You enjoy jacking off and jacking other guys?" he
asked. I nodded, and he continued: "When I saw that
hose of yours, I thought that I just had to get my
hands on it. I'm really glad our interests are the
same."
"Me, too," I replied. We stripped and I again saw the
penis that seemed to be a duplicate of mine, hanging
in front of a scrotum that hung just like mine, as
well. Unlike mine, it was framed in red hair, not
brown. We sat next to each other on his big king-size,
and his fingers closed around my cock, lifting the
end. I lifted his cock and saw that they looked
identical, except for the pattern of wrinkles around
the pucker at the end of the foreskins. Mine was
slightly more wrinkled, although the wrinkles were
vanishing as our cocks swelled.
"I really get turned on by a man's cock," he
continued. "especially one that's uncut like yours. I
like the feel of the skin sliding over the hard core,
feeling the veins through the skin. I feel the long
bulge under the shaft, where the cream shoots through,
then I like going up to feel the skin sliding over the
ridge. Yours is special, though, because it's so much
like mine." His hand moved along my swelling member as
he spoke, and I felt the familiar tickle deep inside
my cock-root that told me that my lubricant was
secreting. I reached for his, and squeezed the bulging
head through the thick cover. I felt a throb between
my fingers.
"Ah," he said. "That feels nice. You know just how to
make my cock feel good. Does this feel good to you?"
The fingers of his other hand slid down to tickle the
hairs on my ball-sac, and my cock continued swelling.
"I know it does, 'cause I can feel you growing." His
cock was now full-hard, and I slid my hand lovingly
along it, feeling the gliding action of the loose skin
as it bared, then re-covered, the big purple head. "I
like a lot of skin," I commented, "because it lets me
use long strokes on your dick. I like to watch the big
shiny head as I pull all the way back, then see the
big rim and the groove behind it."
Walt skinned my rock-hard cock all the way back and
said; "Your rim's as big as mine, and you've got the
same little bumps on its back surface." I knew he
meant the tiny nodules containing the many nerve
endings that adorned our hot ridges, and that felt so
good when squeezed or stroked. "Your tip's even the
exact same shape as mine,"
"Like a Darth Vader helmet," I finished. "Your hole's
got the same tear-drop shape, and you're wetting
yourself just as I am." We both had large drops of
clear liquid oozing from our tips, running down to
lubricate our foreskins. I took long strokes on his
cock, running the foreskin up over the bump of his
corona, then downhill to form a pucker at the end. I
felt all the compound curves of his big glans, from
the ridge that swept down the sides to form a
vee-groove under the head, to the blunt dome where his
tear-drop shaped hole oozed lube. My fingertips ran
along the long bulge under his shaft, which I knew
would soon be throbbing as powerful gushes of cream
surged along its length to erupt from the end.
Walt's face was flushed, and he groaned slightly. "I
thought we'd have a long session," he said, "maybe
edging for an hour or so, but I think we're both too
worked up to last much longer. I know I need relief."
He dropped my cock, got up and ran into the bathroom,
bringing back a large towel. "Here, let's sit on
this," he urged. We arranged ourselves facing each
other, legs spread, my thighs over his, and our cocks
only inches apart as we continued to stroke each
other.
Both our ball-sacs were tight against our bodies now,
and the mounting excitement had made our tips swell
and darken as we stroked the long hoods over their
sensitive surfaces. Walt's eyes were getting glassy,
and I sensed him withdrawing into himself as I worked
my hand up and down his cock. "Is your tip tingling
yet?" I asked, as I continued to massage the thick
skin over the head. Walt nodded, and I knew that he
was feeling the same sensations I do when I'm close to
exploding, a tingling in the rim that quickly spreads
over the entire glans, then shoots down to my
cock-root to trigger the orgasm.
"Stop stroking me for a minute," I urged. "Just let me
make you come, then you can do me." His hand dropped
away from my prick as I renewed my strokes on his
congested cock. His breathing became ragged, and I
felt a powerful throb between my encircling fingers as
the first gush shot from his tip. The white jet arced
through the air to land on the towel between us as I
looked at Walt's face, contorted with the sweet agony
of orgasm. His eyes were closed, and he didn't see the
next eruptions that pounded their way up his tube and
shot onto the bed. Walt sagged forward against me as
the orgasm overwhelmed him, and I continued to stroke
his prick as the discharges continued. His prick was
wet with thick, sticky gizm, and still throbbed as
more fluid gushed from his tip. The throbs were weaker
now, and Walt's gizm just oozed from the distended
hope in his tip, running down over the glans,
foreskin, and my encircling fingers as his excitement
waned. I stopped stroking, sensing that further
massage would be uncomfortable for him if his tip got
as sensitive as mine does after climax.
Walt opened his eyes, shook his head, and muttered
"Thanks, That was great," before clasping my cock in
his warm hand. I felt a throb deep inside as his
fingers closed around my engorged prick, and I knew
that I'd be wildly shooting streams of hot gizm very
soon. He dragged my foreskin back, exposing my blunt
purple helmet right to the ridge, which he caressed
with a fingertip. I jumped at the unfamiliar intensity
of sensation, and Walt quickly pumped my foreskin
forward again. I saw that clear fluid filled the
pucker in the end of my foreskin, and when Walt
squeezed my glans another throb went through my prick.

Walt began a regular pumping action, long strokes that
provided a deep and satisfying friction to my prick as
the loose skin slid up and down my sensitive tissues.
My glans swelled, and Walt said; "You're gettin'
harder. You're real close."
My breathing became labored as the sensations mounted,
and I felt the rising tension deep in my cock-root
even though I tried to remain totally relaxed to make
it last. I felt the drops of lube crawling up my tube,
emerging to coat my swollen glans and lubricate my
sliding hood. The hot, familiar tingle began in the
ridge of my glans, slowly spreading all over the
engorged head as my nerve endings triggered each
other, dragging me to the brink of orgasm.
Walt yanked down my thick hood, totally baring my hot
purple tip right to its flaring rim and putting
tension on my gee-string. This pulled the front of the
head down, and I felt the nerve endings humming as my
excitement peaked. "I want to watch you come," he
said. "I'm gonna watch the cream shoot out from your
big purple tip." His rough fingertip grazed the nerve
endings in my ridge, sending me over the brink.
My cock-root convulsed, and a milky drop, part lube,
part gizm, oozed from my tip. Then the first stream of
white semen rushed up my tube, erupting from my
distended tear-drop into the air and landing on his
shrunken cock. My eyes closed as another hot jet shot
up my tube, and Walt's fingers closed around my
swollen glans. "I like to feel the tip throb," he
said, as another surge of cream blasted its way up my
prick. His touch was exciting, and my entire body
quivered as my cock juiced again and again. Now my
flow slackened, and warm dribbles ran down my cock
onto his encircling fingers as I began to relax.
We collapsed together on the bed, trying to regain our
strength, because we knew that we'd want to do this
again soon, this time making it last. I really looked
forward to edging with a cock that was a twin of mine.

Part II
The following week we met again, this time determined
to practice edging, and we did. We kept each other
near the brink for almost an hour before blasting off
in pure relief. Next weekend, though, was special,
because Walt introduced me to his son, Walter Junior.
Junior, as Walt called him, was 23, married, and as
tall as I was. Junior's wife Jennifer was out of town
for a week, and Junior had come over for a mutual
masturbation session with his dad. Walt was a widower,
and I'd never married, preferring my own hand or that
of another man for sexual satisfaction. Walt had told
me that he'd encouraged his son to enjoy the pleasures
of his own body from the time he'd been a teen-ager.
My curiosity regarding what he was like under his
clothes was soon satisfied because Walt suggested that
we strip and get into the hot tub he had on one corner
of his enormous bathroom. I saw that Junior's cock was
just like mine and Walt's, big tip shrouded by a huge
foreskin, but that his pubic hair was blond, like the
hair on his head.
Walt tweaked his son's foreskin nipple and said; "When
Junior was born, I was enjoying my foreskin so much I
didn't let the doctor cut his off." Junior looked at
his father said replied; "Am I glad you did that, Dad!
I don't know what it would be like without this hood.
Wouldn't want to find out, either, 'cause I really
enjoy beating off with my skin."
We got into the hot tub, and Walt turned on the pumps.
A rush of water jets filled with air bubbles
surrounded us, but surprisingly, it wasn't
uncomfortable the way some others had been for me.
"This isn't too hot," I commented to Walt. "No, I
don't like it too hot," he replied. "Neither do most
people I know." Walt shut off the air flow, but kept
the pump going, so that we could see clearly under the
water. He skinned his prick back under the water, and
I did the same. Junior retracted his ample hood a
second later, and we enjoyed the hot water swirling
around our naked tips. The effect was inevitable.
A minute later Junior said; "Dad, hand me the tube.
Gotta pee." Walt took a long polyethylene tube with a
clear plastic cup at the end from a compartment in the
wall and handed it to his son. One end of the tube
remained attached to a fixture inside the recess, and
I soon saw that the plastic cup was made to fit over
the head of the penis. Junior placed the cup over the
end, and Walt pushed a button. A pump began running,
and a second later I saw a yellow stream distend
Junior's pee-slit and flow up the tube. After he'd
finished, he offered it to me. "Gotta go?" he asked,
and I took it from him.
I placed the clear cup over my naked glans and felt
the rush of water being sucked up the tube. The water
swirled over my tender tip and stimulated the flow of
urine, and soon my yellow stream was being sucked up
into the tube. Walt held h
is hand out for it after I finished. "Avoids
contaminating the water," he said, as he let go with a
thick stream that went the way the others had. "Fixed
it up myself. Nobody else has one of these," he said
as he replaced the tube and cup into the compartment
in the wall.
The hot water relaxed us, loosening our foreskins and
making our balls drop down, and our big purple tips
engorged until they were almost erect. Walt reached
over casually and pinched my tip lightly, stimulating
a reflexive throbs deep in my cock root. He did the
same for Junior, and we watched our cocks become fully
engorged. Walt's cock got hard without doing anything
to it, and he spoke; "See how Junior's cock is longer
than ours? It's close to seven inches because he
doesn't have that fat pad in front of his pubic bone
the way we do."
"Yeah, you're right," I said. "I remember my cock
measured almost seven when I was younger and 30 pounds
lighter."
"Let's get out of the water and have some fun," Walter
suggested, and we rose as he turned off the water
pump. We dried ourselves in the warm air, then trooped
into the bedroom where Walt placed a couple of towels
in the center of the sheet. He then had me lie on my
left side on the king-size bed and arranged himself so
that his head lay on my right thigh. He had Junior lie
on his left side, head on his thigh and his thighs
under my head. Our bodies formed a triangle, and
Junior's cock was right in front of my eyes. All three
cocks were stripped back and ready for action. The
delicious odor of freshly-washed male flesh filled the
air, arousing me further.
Walt's warm hand closed around my shaft, gently
pushing my foreskin forward to engulf my bulging glans
in one long, sensual stroke. Junior's fist enveloped
Walt's cock and began pumping it slowly. I grasped
Junior's foreskin and nudged it forward, watching it
slide downhill over the long glans taper.
"We're not gonna be edging today," Walt announced.
"Junior's less than half our age and he always comes
fast. You ought to see the way he shoots his load,
too. He doesn't dribble like us." I knew what Walt
meant, because often when I beat off alone, my juice
just dribbled out in large drops. I only ejaculated in
hard jets when I was really horny, not having done it
for a while, or jacking with another guy.
Junior was certainly quick on the trigger, because I
felt his body tense as soon as I touched him, and
after a few long, slow strokes I felt the core of his
cock stiffen and swell under the sliding skin. His
cock-head darkened as his balls tightened against his
body, and he muttered; "I'm close, really close." I
skinned him back all the way, putting tension on his
gee-string, because I knew this was supremely
pleasurable on my cock, and figured he'd enjoy it too.
Watching and feeling his excitement aroused me, and I
felt a familiar tingle in my glans as Walt continued
to slide my skin back and forth over it.
Junior's prick dripped lots of clear lubricant, and I
swept his foreskin forward again to spread it over the
sensitive head. When I skinned him back, I felt Walt's
hand release my penis as he said; "You're really close
yourself. Your balls are right up against your body,
and I don't want to make you come before you're
ready." He was right. If I blasted off now, I wouldn't
be able to give full attention to pleasuring Junior's
cock.
Junior was grunting with excitement now, and I tugged
hard on his hood, making the glans dip down as the
gee-string pulled on its underside. Walt's fingers
came up to strum Junior's gee-string as his thumb
caressed the flaring corona. Junior howled as the rush
of sharp sensations filled his glans, and I felt his
cock throb in my hand. I pressed one finger into the
underside, pinching his tube to trap the jet, and
Junior cried out as the unfamiliar back pressure built
up in his cock. When his cock throbbed again, I let go
and saw a long ropy string of white juice shoot a foot
out of his engorged tip to land on the towel. Walt
stroked his naked glans again, and Junior grunted
again as another strong stream shot from his prick.
Junior's hips were bucking as he shot again and again,
until his orgasm relented and his breathing slowed. I
wiped the residue from his glossy tip with a Kleenex
and pulled the protective hood up over his tender tip.
My cock was rock-hard, stimulated by what I'd just
seen and felt, and when Walt grasped it again I felt a
deep thrill in the head and shaft.
"You're ready to pop," he said, as he began stroking
my hood lovingly up and over the precious head, making
the tip tingle. My tip was seeping lubricant, and Walt
skinned me back hard and grasped my naked glans in his
other fist, applying a twisting stroke that made me
jump. I heard myself howl in the distance and saw a
red flash before my eyes as the intensity of orgasm
overtook me. My prick was on fire and I shot jet after
burning jet as Walt stimulated my glans with rotating
strokes that drove me into ecstasy. I was utterly
helpless, paralyzed by the overpowering sensations of
a hot orgasm, and thrashed on the bed as Walt pulled
jet after jet out of my prick.
When it ended and I once more became aware of my
surroundings, I saw that Junior had revived from the
daze that had gripped him after his climax, and was
now rubbing his father's cock between the palms of his
hands. I was familiar with this stroke because a
friend had introduced me to it a couple of years
before, and I knew the acute sensations it produced.
Walt's foreskin twisted between Junior's palms,
dragging the gee-string with it, and I saw the tip of
Walt's engorged glans gushing thick viscous lube.
Walt's lips were drawn back, his eyes closed, and he
looked as if he were being tortured, but I knew that
he was feeling the most acute sensations a man can
experience, when loving hands stimulate his cock to
orgasm.
Walt grunted with each twist, and a few seconds later
he cried out as a long stream of cream shot from his
tip. He'd rolled onto his back, and the jet landed on
his chin. Another gush surged from his swollen glans
to land on his chest, and the third jet poured out
onto his abdomen. More jets erupted as Junior
continued to twist his father's foreskin between his
palms, intent on giving him the most intense orgasm
possible. When Walt was totally drained, he relaxed.
We folded up the towel between us, and Walt put it
into the hamper in the bathroom.

The end